1. Penelope nodded timidly to the smiling air-stewardess in her neat, ironed red and black suit and followed the long line of passengers down the aisle and to her seat. She crawled to the window seat and settled down hurriedly, content the others sitting on her row hadn't yet boarded. She stared nostalgically at Athens International Airport—knowing it co...
The little chime sounds as I entering the boutique, my tablet in my jean jacket pocket , smartphone in my back pants pocket. Looking towards the cash station, I see mom look up, relief on her face “Grant you made it!” “Told you I would spin by before going to the seminar!” going over and giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Go what’s the big reason I n...
The following is a true story and the experience took place in August 2017 in London. This is my first story for Literotica and I hope you enjoy it. ***** It was a slow and long day. I'd been out the previous night as one of my colleagues was leaving the company and going traveling around the world.. A few drinks turned into a lot more than my body can cop...
Fitbutt, right, I know, the name is making you think this is some sort of fitness machine or exercise regimen designed to make those flabby ass-cheeks of yours firmer, stronger, more alluring, like one of those commercials on at midnight on the far reaches of the television channels, the six-pack abs, some sort of "buns of steel" thing. No, this is way bet...
January 1st, 2017 The clock on the nighstand switched from a.m. to p.m. In the distance one could hear the church bells ring 12 times with a thunderous sound that was sure to wake up even the ones that partied hard last night. In a darkened room on the other end of the small city, a figure stirred in bed, forcefully awoken by the sound. The figure groaned an...
May 10th. 2017 Went to the mall to return a couple of unwanted presents. While walking to my store, a young gentleman stopped me to tell me that I had dropped my credit card at the counter and he was returning it. At first I was suspicious of him and wanted to make sure there were plenty of people around, but then he caught my eye and my alarms were silence...
(Hey guys, it's FutaWriter here. The first page or so is going to be decent amount of history for this alternate timeline of mine. If that stuff bores you, I won't be angry, just skip past it. All you need to know is that there are futas, and they can do whatever they want pretty much. This is the beginning of what I hope to be a fully fleshed out universe,...
Author's note: Conditional Variables are enabled for writers who wish to use them. Stories that involve conditional variables will be labeled as (Uses Conditional Variables)...Well, that was the plan, but variables have permeated multiple parts of the story by this point(May 2017). It's probably best to play in game mode by pressing the "start game"...
Chapter 1 A realisation The Guardian newspaper was resting on the big oak kitchen table. The table was littered with years of burns and coffee rings telling a tale of a family life gone by. It was quieter now, and the table had fewer stories to tell. The newspaper, however, was open on an article that had been read by all the family that weekend. The educa...
Peter's head was swimming. He felt like he was going a million miles an hour, in all directions. And if it weren't for the pounding in his skull, he might've thought someone had slipped him something. He didn't think he was even seeing colors right. "Peter? Is that you?" A voice. A woman's voice. Familiar. Black... Felicia? "Jesus, it is. I never forget a b...